YM778.TV Chapter 5 Another Life?
"Hugo, wake up, or else you\'ll be late for your class!" A voice of an old woman echoed inside the room.
Hugo was startled by the sudden shout. He stood up and scratched the back of his head. He couldn\'t refrain himself from yawning repeatedly. \'That\'s a weird dream.\' he rubbed his eyes before finally adjusting his sight.
As he glanced at the clock behind his mother, his eyes stared in horror. "Mother, I told you to wake me up at 6 am!" He started moving faster when he saw that It was already 6:30.
He got his towel at a speed of light and went to the bathroom to take a bath. The cold water poured on his body. That\'s when Hugo realized the experiment that was done.
He looked over at his body and was surprised when he saw that the needles didn\'t mark his skin. "Whoah, they must have used a very nice needle then."
When Hugo was done, he immediately went to wear his uniform and left their house at full speed. Just 20 minutes and he will be late for his first class.
Running at full speed, Hugo didn\'t realize that the uniform he was wearing belonged to the 1st year students, unlike his original, which was supposed to be the fourth year.
Hugo was still in panic as he entered a classroom. When the man got inside, he got confused when he saw unfamiliar faces inside the room. He immediately checked the number on the door.
He tilted his head and wondered what was going on. \'I\'m right, \'this is 4-AAC\'
Hugo\'s mouth twitched. He quickly left the classroom when he saw his best friend, Abigail. His forehead creased when he noticed that the woman\'s hair turned short.
"You cut your hair?" He curiously asked.
Abigail looked at Hugo weirdly. "You fool! How can I cut my hair again when I just cut it last week?"
\'Huh?\' Hugo\'s mind was filled with questions. That\'s when he realized that the woman\'s uniform belonged to the First-Year class.
"What\'s the date today?" Hugo looked at his friend, wagerly waiting for an answer from her
Abigail rolled her eyes. She looked at the calendar on her phone before taking a deep breath. "March 16, 2049." The woman answered.
Hugo froze in his spot. \'March 16, 2049? That\'s 3 years ago! It was supposed to be October already…\'
When the bell rang, Abigail quickly held Hugo\'s hands and pulled him toward their classroom. Hugo was still frozen. He still hasn\'t processed what the woman had uttered.
\'So, what about the experiment? Our debt… and my dream yesterday?\' Hugo shook his head when their class has begun.
Hugo\'s class went on for 7 more hours. Since he was still in 1st year, their school load was still not heavy compared to a higher year. When the man went home, he was deeply surprised by what he saw.
In their kitchen, he saw his father wearing an apron. The man was cooking something for their dinner later.
"Father!" Hugo quickly went into his father\'s arms and hugged the man tightly.
Hitano, Hugo\'s father was shocked when he felt a hand tightly embracing his body. He chuckled as he saw how his son bawled out.
"Why are you crying there, young man?"
Hugo quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and tilted his head. "Nothing, Father. I just had a very bad day at school." The man lied about it.
He couldn\'t just tell his father that the man died, and he was crying because it was his first time seeing him again after 3 years.
His father would think he was crazy if he ever told that.
Hitano smiled and caressed his son\'s face.
"That\'s alright. What matters most is that you are learning. You need to remember that grades don\'t define your worth as a person." The man paused for a while. "Now go call your sister."
Hugo laughed and nodded. He proceeded to go into his parent\'s room and saw his 7-year-old sibling on the floor playing with her toys. "Let\'s go, Hailey," the called his sibling and assist her towards their father.
When he was done, Hugo went into his room and locked the door. He quickly placed his bag down and stared at the mirror.
He saw his face. His hair was still short, although his facial structures looked more mature than they should be. He grabbed his phone and looked at the calendar. \'It\'s still March today that means… there will be 3 months before Virus SHR will be found out.\'
Hugo didn\'t have any idea how he came back this time. \'Did Goddess Thalia dis something to me?\' That was the only possible thing that he could think of.
*twit *twit
The man looked at his window as he heard a loud chirping coming from it. With his curiosity bubbling up, he went over to the side and opened up his window.
Hugo immediately ducked down when the bird came inside his room. The bird dropped a scroll of paper on his bed which made him puzzled.
"What was that?" He unbelievably muttered when the bird left instantly. Hugo made sure that the window was locked before he went to his bed.
He opened the scroll of letter without any second thoughts. It revealed a small note of paper.
[Sorry – G.T]
That was the only word written in the letter. "GT… This must be from Goddess Thalia!"
Hugo realized that his dream was not a dream after all. Does that mean he was really killed by those scams? As he remembered it, his mouth twisted wryly. He clenched his fist which made the paper crumple inside his hands.
\'Those scumbags!\'
At the same time, his phone beeped. Hugo glanced at it when he saw a news headline on his notification bar.
[Julius Achre has joined ELO. Is this the sign of a new era for the healthcare system in the world?]
Hugo laughed like a madman after reading the news.
His mouth twisted, "You will see your downfall too," the man slammed his hands against the table and stood up. He felt a deep flame of rage in his heart, and to think that it was his first time being this mad was surprising.
As they say, those who looked like angels transforms into a demon when they\'re mad. And that\'s what exactly was happening to Hugo.
Although the man didn\'t notice how his eyes turned white as anger finally consumed his heart.
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Author\'s Note - Now that Hugo is back, we can expect that his character will change slowly. I do not want it to be a sudden change, since that will be too weird.